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stream

I grip a cloud, Teardrops and thunder. I slumber, between the numbers of galaxies swirling in an entelechy of will. I will, a stream of indelible schemes. Terming with seams crafted in dreams. I breathe. Leashed by feats unseen, I believe, nothing ever really...

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osadandaula

Are we born in twos? An absent soulmate, emanating secret signals on the whispers of Kashmir clouds. Fam, she's the massage of crisp oceans. She's the fluttering grace of the hummingbirds wings. Smile. Carry me away. Cascading into my mind slithers my old friend, musing deliberations of dissident long lost dreams, vanquished in youthful panache. F@#!. Change, change.dammit. Blinkered pursuers, reined by boulders of sand.

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✍🏿

Cuffed by my fears, Look in the mirror, Who looking back? Eyes red from the tears Or the Buddha sack?

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mbuzi

She, a goddess. I, flying too high to notice, Red lights and shade. Red eyes and black moods. Fool. It's calm, new new tells me, She says she gets me. Tool. Infernal degradation, An internal revelation, I think I have the words... Can't say em, Choking on my own verbal asphyxiation.

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m.i.t.r

Where are you brother? Our bond, our blood, feeds the soil we toil on. What, for the struggle is the cost?

You cannot threaten me with loss, you have stripped me bare. I am naked with shame, I am clothed in humility.

I have no history, no legacy, no mouth with which to scream, no eyes with which to bleed out my struggle.

Bury me deep, deep in the catacombs, deep within the walls we built. You have grown fat, while I have withered.

I have the flies for friends, they feast on my rotting flesh. You have killed me slowly, choked the life from my veins.

I am a husk, a shell, you feed me scraps while you laugh and rejoice. Relish your fortune brother, for my wrath will be slow, and my vengeance will be silent.

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baretta

I may not dance your dance or speak your language. Being somebody's blessing may liberate me from anguish. I am the tears of Caretta, Malcolm Little's Baretta, the face of Guevara, dreams of a revolutionary piece, Brothers in institutions or deceased, can't undo, what's been done, no control alt delete, it's like a banquet or a feast, all the fat cats get a seat, While we struggle for scraps of meat.

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.../`=`\...

Amidst your philosophy, be still a man. 

Wealth won’t make you a bigger man.

Deep pockets won’t give you depth,

I used to pray to God for strength,

If I can liberate my people with a breath,

I would travel the breadth of space, isolate myself in its depths,

a vision occurred to me while I slept,

I was with Buddha and Jesus while he wept,

they turned to me with eyes of regret,

we never wanted this for you they said, release yourself,

or freeze in Hell. 

The sound of their words freed my mind like the Liberty Bell.